Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.

The beauty of things must be that they end.